I understand that this house was moved across the street to its present location at some point in its history, probably the 1970s or 1980s. I’ve seen it identified as the Liz Pippin house but don’t know if she was the original owner.
As is often a tradition in Georgia towns and cities, one of the grandest homes in the city serves as a funeral home. This is the case in Sylvania, as well. This landmark is presently the Thompson-Strickland-Waters Funeral Home; I’m unsure about it’s builder/original owner but will update when I find out.
Conversations with several people in Screven County have led me to identify this as the old county jail. It was replaced in the 1930s or 1940s by a newer structure and the date of this one is unknown but likely late-19th early-20th century. Dale Reddick writes: The observation about the second story trap door placed in the floor really does suggest this was a jail and also a hanging facility (if necessary), when the open field public hanging space further along W.T. Sharpe Drive couldn’t be used. Rabun Alex Lee, Larry Waters, and I had some ‘fun’ pulling up the history of this building. There’s a very similar structure found less than a quarter-mile distant. Perhaps the same designer/ builder constructed both. These structures most probably were built following Sylvania’s Great Fire of 1897 when many new brick structures were erected.
It was also used as apartments in the mid-20th century.
A local gentleman and two others have identified this as the old calaboose. Dale Reddick confirms: It is known as the “Caliboose,” per both Larry Waters and Rabun Alex Lee – who know Sylvania and Screven County better than most.
As discussed on the website before, calabooses were essentially holding cells/drunk tanks. The structure is in poor condition and the roof has collapsed on one side.
This was one of the most popular restaurants in Sylvania in its day, with locals and tourists passing through on U. S. 301. It was a much busier road in those days and the stretch from Sylvania to the South Carolina state line still harbors many of these forlorn structures. The interstates ended the glory days of roadside travel and it took a lot of the economy of towns like Sylvania along with it. After Treado’s closed, it was home to at least two more restaurants, Ray’s and Honey’s. Thanks to Dale Reddick and others on the Facebook group Vanishing Georgia for identifying it and sharing their memories.
Alan McIlveen writes: I so much enjoyed your post about Treado’s restaurant. I grew up in Sylvania and had countless meals there. Truly nothing like it anywhere now.
Their cinnamon rolls were world famous. (Really mean it.) I’ve eaten a half dozen at one sitting with fresh milk many times. I have tried to find the recipe but no success. Always a mix of farmers,business men, families, and Yankees -no disrespect intended -sharing an exceptional meal. Always buffet and menu offered. Sylvania was a wonderful place to grow up in the 50’s. If you got in trouble your folks knew about before you got home.
The oldest active welcome center in the nation was commissioned in 1960, built in 1961, and opened in 1962. The “space age” architecture was meant to be Georgia’s way of announcing to travelers that it was embracing the modern world.
Governor S. Ernest Vandiver was convinced that tourism was destined to become one of Georgia’s biggest industries and hired Statesboro architect Edwin C. Eckles to create something a bit out of the ordinary. Located just across the Savannah River from the South Carolina state line on busy U. S. Highway 301, the Welcome Center was well-positioned to carry out this mission in the era before interstate highways. Women were hired as “hostesses” to welcome weary travelers and to suggest they visit landmarks throughout the state.
Changing travel patterns mean fewer people come through these days, but hopefully, this relic of the space age will be around for a long time to come.
National Register of Historic Places
This is an architecturally unusual church for the area, but a new favorite of mine. The bricks are handmade. The congregation dates to June 1850 and enslaved persons often attended with their owners. Many attended after the Civil War but likely dispersed during Reconstruction. (Source: A Brief History of Douglas Branch Baptist Church, Mrs. H. S. McCall, 1938).
I was rushed when I made the photographs and didn’t have time to explore the adjacent cemetery, but it’s quite large and is the final resting place for many early citizens Screven County.